I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Friday, June 13, 2008

Easy Steps to Write a Novel (in 12 years)

Justine Larbeleister is letting cats our of bags again (which is easier than the reverse). Now she's talking about finishing a novel (something I'm mildly interested in). Turns out it takes equal doses of embarrassment and a support group.

Have I ever said here publicly how much I like the writer's group I'm in? I do, I really do.

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